If life is a currency, vanity is a luxury tax that yields no return at the finish line. Think of the sheer mental horsepower expended on self-scrutiny. That wasted vitality which could have been used for the "friendship" of a daughter, the thrill of the Australian surf, or the quiet observation of a poppy. Instead that life energy burned in the furnace of self-consciousness. Death is the ultimate minimalist. It strips away the silk, the pigment, and the artifice. In the Reaper's presence, the most "beautiful" woman and the most "neglected" one are identical: they are simply souls in transition.
Location: Australia
$4,600.00
